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5 AM, dead again Vicious cycle that never ends 4 PM, call it quits Another day same fucking shit Empty Wallets, callused hands Filling pockets of other men Circle back, table this F*ck you and this corporate shit WE'RE, WE'RE the beaten and broken WE'RE, WE'RE the tired and poor 9AM, on our feet stop the cycle, crowd the streets 5 PM, it begins Sound the violence, sound the end Steel toed boots, Carhart Shirts Uniforms of the overworked Suit and tie, fear our kind Now's the time for you to die So sick of what you've done Kept us down, made us dumb So sick of what you've done Who do you think you are So sick of what you've done Killed our fathers, enslaved our sons So sick of what you've done The one percent, spineless men, ungrateful scum WE'RE, WE'RE the beaten and broken WE'RE, WE'RE the tired and poor